pianos and pencils
What is it with me and going nuts during afternoon lessons? Music on Wednesday was PSYCHOTIC.
Cyndi, Monica and me were all doing pencil impersonations, which weirded everyone out but at least made them laugh.
Then Jonno kept yelling out "HA!" at random intervals and when nobody found that particularly amusing he began doing Crazy Frog noises, in which Alan, our teacher, threw a duster at his head.
Then Thomas blew his nose and everyone cheered and applauded and yelled out "Magnificent! Amazing! A beautiful performance!" and "Alan, did you assess that? A+!"
Alan then killed any laughter in one stroke by saying "If you ask me, it was actually in the key of C sharp, going onto D."
At which point we all stared blankly at him and there was silence, before Johnno yelled "HA!" and everyone began screaming and jumping over desks and doing air guitar. Thomas blew his nose again and everyone booed loudly and said it was nothing as good as the first and the middle of it was off-key.
Alan just stood in the middle of the room calling us a bunch of "fucking morons" and everyone went "Oooh, the teacher swore."
Then Alan tried to regain order by drawing music on the board but drew the entire A scale instead of one C note and in the confusion that followed he disappeared for a long time.
When he came back he looked much calmer and when anyone tried to speak to him he laughed bitterly and sculled his coffee.
So we all gave up and went back to throwing chairs at Thomas and RatBoy (which is what we call this weedy little dickhead who has buck teeth and thinks it's funny to fall off his chair numerous times).
Then I started doing air-keyboard, to match the air-guitarists, and pretty soon there was a whole air-band going.
Nobody finished their work of course, so by the time the home bell rang, Alan was spoiling for a fight, waving our unfinished compositions under our noses and hollering about detention.
So we climbed down off the curtains and desks and started buttering him up. He wrote the musical for this year's school production, so we were all like "I loved the theme song, that was amazing" and "What are you still doing here, wasting your talent with us?" so Alan stopped yelling and calmed down for a bit, enough for us to all creep out the door and run down the stairs before he could come to his senses and banish us all to detention.
Fun times.
Cyndi, Monica and me were all doing pencil impersonations, which weirded everyone out but at least made them laugh.
Then Jonno kept yelling out "HA!" at random intervals and when nobody found that particularly amusing he began doing Crazy Frog noises, in which Alan, our teacher, threw a duster at his head.
Then Thomas blew his nose and everyone cheered and applauded and yelled out "Magnificent! Amazing! A beautiful performance!" and "Alan, did you assess that? A+!"
Alan then killed any laughter in one stroke by saying "If you ask me, it was actually in the key of C sharp, going onto D."
At which point we all stared blankly at him and there was silence, before Johnno yelled "HA!" and everyone began screaming and jumping over desks and doing air guitar. Thomas blew his nose again and everyone booed loudly and said it was nothing as good as the first and the middle of it was off-key.
Alan just stood in the middle of the room calling us a bunch of "fucking morons" and everyone went "Oooh, the teacher swore."
Then Alan tried to regain order by drawing music on the board but drew the entire A scale instead of one C note and in the confusion that followed he disappeared for a long time.
When he came back he looked much calmer and when anyone tried to speak to him he laughed bitterly and sculled his coffee.
So we all gave up and went back to throwing chairs at Thomas and RatBoy (which is what we call this weedy little dickhead who has buck teeth and thinks it's funny to fall off his chair numerous times).
Then I started doing air-keyboard, to match the air-guitarists, and pretty soon there was a whole air-band going.
Nobody finished their work of course, so by the time the home bell rang, Alan was spoiling for a fight, waving our unfinished compositions under our noses and hollering about detention.
So we climbed down off the curtains and desks and started buttering him up. He wrote the musical for this year's school production, so we were all like "I loved the theme song, that was amazing" and "What are you still doing here, wasting your talent with us?" so Alan stopped yelling and calmed down for a bit, enough for us to all creep out the door and run down the stairs before he could come to his senses and banish us all to detention.
Fun times.